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THE WEEKND lyrics : "House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls"

Been on another level
Since you came
No more pain

Look into my eyes
You can't recognize my face
you're up and now

You can stay
You can stay
But you belong to me

You belong to me

If it hurts to breathe

Open the window
Hold my mind
what's the read

What you came for?

This is a happy house

We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is fun


These are angel eyes
Nights ends so much quicker than the days did

Same pose, are you ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
But baby its okay and my ^!$$%s don't start

And they working on the tramp
So get on me if you want
So don't pin it on me

I didn't call your home
So don't blame it on me girl
Cause you wanted to have fun


If it hurts to breathe
Open the window

Hold my mind
what's the read
What you came for?


This is a happy house
We're happy here

In a happy house
Oh this is fun
Fun for me


Bring the seven on seven now


Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your whole stash of the greatest

Trade it, roll it, dark
Offer, dark, taste it
Now watch us chase it

With a handful of pills
No chasers
John Legend on some super-sized papers

And she bad in a head band
Sleeping fan is a wonderland
And its half-past six

Weed's nice cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib

And we can test out the tables
Got some bad new tables
All glass and its four feet wide

But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I got her wetter than a wet there

And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"

You heard wrong I been on them for a minute
We just never act a fool
that's just how we $#&@in' livin

And when we act a fool
Its probably cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal
ain't no $#&@in phony

Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this $#&@in beat
Like he $#&@in told me
Is that your girl, what's her $#&@in story?

She cut her bag but she ride it like a $#&@in pony
I cut down on her man
Be her $#&@in story
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man
Get to know me

ain't no offense though
I promise you
If you a real man dude you gon' side the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare; Elm Street


La la la la la la la la
I'm so gone so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the seven on seven now

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